Cuanto Me Gusta Este Rancho

How much I like this ranch
that's why I come often
I'll come back tomorrow
to see a love I have

You are small and pretty
and just the way you are, I love you
You look like a poppy
picked in the month of January

I no longer live where I used to live
now I live on a hill
I wish I were a hawk
and you were a dove

I no longer live where I used to live
now I live in a stream
I'll take that young girl with me
even if it costs me money

You are small and pretty
and just the way you are, I love you
You look like a poppy
picked in the month of January

How much I like this ranch
that's why I come often
I'll come back tomorrow
to see a love I have